Long time no see.

I'm Mi Lili.

It's been a long time since I've been writing so seriously, but when I really put the pen on the page, I can't write anything.

It's one o'clock in the morning in Japan, and Zhao Mingyang has just put his son to sleep, and he is also tired on the sofa.

I sat on the tatami mat next to the sofa and didn't have to turn my head, just a flick of my eyes to see him.

His hair is very soft, and he is still a child, but he has already taken on the role of a father. Therefore, every time I see him holding my son, I can't help but want to laugh.

Such years are quiet and unreal.

After all, I never thought I would fall in love with anyone other than Song Ci.

Well... Although it is not good to mention others at this time, who does not have a heart of remembrance, and can't help but recall that miserable crush.

Yes, it's a crush...

The secret love that lasted longer than he and Song Huanian met, met and then met...

The Song family and the Mi family are neighbors, and Song Ci and I can be said to be people who have grown up together since childhood, and they are childhood sweethearts in four words.

The age is the same, the interests are the same, except for the difference in gender, the rest can be said to be no difference.

I would secretly play with his Transformers and Ultraman, and he would snatch my Barbie doll and bear dolls, and make faces saying that I was childish and how old I was to play with these. Then take the dolls and dolls as a matter of course, and have a lot of fun.

The Song Ci I know has always been wearing a white shirt, with a head that has not been combed flat with his hair, and when he smiles, his lips can grin to the back of his head, and he can see the young man with back molars.

He has always been heartless, and he can be good friends with anyone, but he has never only played with Hu Rongzhen and Yuan Fei.

Song Ci's grades were the same as his face before, and he was not as beautiful as words, and he never fell out of the top five in the grade.

Until...

The death of Song's mother... Number Seven

On that day, Song Ci's white shirt was smeared with blood, and the stars were missing from his eyes.

He forcibly held his bloodshot eyes, and said to the police over and over again: "It was Song Tianlin who did it, it was Song Tianlin who pushed my mother down the stairs, I saw it all... I've seen it all..."

At that moment... No one believed him...

Everyone thought he was crazy, and they took Song Ci to see a psychiatrist, and the doctor said that he was stimulated and there was nothing serious.

But I know he's not lying...

Because Song Ci in memory is a good boy who doesn't disdain to lie...

This good boy drove himself crazy in the third year of junior high school, he picked up a brick in the first fight with someone, and he almost died, and I rushed to the scene to stop him.

When I asked him, "Song Ci, what are you for?" Why is that deadly? ”

"Because he said I was a wild child, that I had no mother."

He's calm, the kind of calm that makes people scared.

I feel inexplicably distressed, and for the first time I know that this pain is called liking.

And this liking starts with acquaintance...

During the time when Aunt Song passed away, I was by his side, except for going home to eat and sleep, the rest was used to take care of him.

During that time, Song Ci was decadent to the extreme, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth didn't appear on that jade-like little face for a long time.

I was worried, and I tried everything I could to cheer him up, but it didn't work.

Later, when he went to high school, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually increased, and he accidentally saw the title page of Song Ci's diary to know the source of his smile.

The title page is clean and clean, and three words are written vigorously and vigorously - Song Huanian.

It was the first time I knew her.

My rival in love.